greygirlbeast | there's bullet holes where my compassion used to be

A very good writing day yesterday. I did 1,477 words on "Pickman's Other Model," finishing the fourth section of the story and also the fifth. Which means I should be able to get the "first draft" done before my eyebrow appointment at 4:45 p.m. Spooky and Sonya (

sovay) have been reading this one as I go, and they both like it. My only misgiving is that I think I'll have written a story in eight days that actually needed about fourteen. The layers and details, the artifice of nonexistent documents and films, a hundred things I'd really like to go back and explore a bit more. I have begun to recognize an odd similarity between this story and "Houses Under the Sea," but I don't know if anyone else will see it. Anyway, it'll be appearing in Sirenia Digest #28 later this month.

Last night we found a dosage of dextromethorphan that appears to keep this cough in check, but it's interacting with my other meds to produce a very curious, floaty sort of high. Not unpleasant, mind you, and at this point, just about anything is better than the blasted cough. But I wound up sitting here at my desk late last night, also sitting on a sofa there in the library in Toxia...just sitting. No rp, because the library was pretty much deserted by then, except for me. I sat here listening to Poe and the new NIN, watching Nareth on that sofa, and Spooky finally came in about 3 ayem (she'd been reading in the bedroom), to see what the hell I was doing. I muttered something lame about leveling up. But, truthfully, I was just sitting here, watching my avatar sitting there, tripping on the pharmacological cocktail in my blood and brain. Then, however, I didn't get to sleep until almost four, I woke up at 10:30 ayem, and now I'm feeling pretty zombiefied.

Once again, the correct links to the new paperback editions of my novels (those now in print):

Daughter of Hounds

Silk

Threshold

Low Red Moon

After the writing, I did a little Second Life. The "Sirenia Players" group now has eight members, and a ninth who has not yet accepted her invitation. So, it's coming along. Last night, Spooky made chili, and then we watched two more eps of Angel, Season Four ("Apocalypse Nowish" and "Habeas Corpses"). The show has certainly veered into grimmer territory, and that's a good thing.

I've not left the house in two days, but the weather is warm again. Hopefully, we'll get a good walk this evening. Oh, and if you're waiting on an email from me, I've gotten just a little behind, but should get caught up today.